STRIPPED

Tyler ‘Fast Flick’ Handro never expected his hometown to have such a nice surprise.
After two years of touring, coming home was suddenly so much sweeter. Music was deeply rooted in my veins and so it was no effort to pull one album in the next eighteen months. But first night back in town, and it seemed she was part of the deal.
Wasn’t sure if playing a concert in my boxer shorts was, though.
Anyway, Chenoa Cipriani had me when she threw the darts, had me when she practically denied my other talents – multiple times – and certainly had me when she dared me to skinny dip.
It shouldn’t be that hard to make her mine, right?
But then, I had a hard time deciphering her reservations. Even when an ex-friend-with-benefits gave me tips on how to do so. My brother and best friend teased me relentlessly. A shit-eating grin on their faces all through our relationship. Didn’t care I would’ve done the same if they were in this position, they could just fuck off.
Secrets always tended to rise to the surface, and so was this one. It made me creep into the darkness of the club and saw how she handed herself over to the crowd.
Naked.
Wrapped around a silver pole.
And still, I was all in.